Broken; A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction
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Last published Sat, Dec 14, 2013
Serenity Cass has finally moved away from her perfect lifestyle. Perfect parents, perfect brothers, and a perfect chance to be the disappointment of the family. She moves to London, England to try and start over. She gets friends, a job, and a place to call home, but something is still missing. She still feels empty.
One night she is at work and a baby delivery pops up. A woman comes in with seven people to follow. All look happy, except the one with the stormy eyes.
Louis' life is falling apart. The band is on a touring break, his girlfriend ran off with an actor to New York, and his best friend is completely ignoring him because of a new girlfriend.
Serenity knows the look, she's worn it many times before. The lost and broken look. What will happen when their eyes lock, and his grey eyes turn blue for a second, and her black ones turn back into a soft brown and real smiles appear for the first time in ages? Will they fall? Can she fix him? Can he fix her? Will hate get in the way? Pride? Pasts? Or does love really conquer all?
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